Quinta was lost. Vash had went off to check up on Avasha, leaving her alone once more. The bay filly had waited upon him, much longer than she even realized she had. Nibbling upon the grass, she had ventured away from the meadow in which her brother had asked her to stay. When her nose had bumped into a rock, the filly had known that she was no longer in that meadow. Startled, her body lurched back and away and her eyes wild showed the whites but were unseeing.

“Vash?!!” Her voice carried out into that darkness, hoping her brother would answer. Ears swiveling in every which direction, her steps became stumbling and frantic. “Vash!!!” Her scream was louder, more panicked as the bay filly tried to run. Not two strides later Quinta tripped upon another rock, sending herself flying down upon the ground. Landing upon her left side, the air rushed from her lungs but she struggled to get up. What if those cats came back? What if she ended up like her sister? Nostrils flaring as she tried to get back her air, Quinta managed to get back up.

Instead of moving out into another panicked run, Quinta was frozen now. Head lowering, her black legs were spread apart as if she was bracing against something. Heart racing, it thumped in her ears nearly making her deaf despite her strain to try and hear anything that might be helpful. Nothing come to her though and so after a few moments to calm herself, Quinta began walking. The ground below her hooves changed and began shifting. The heat was getting worse, beating down upon her back without mercy. Where was she?